1 october 2014
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No longer reaching with my sight
I can touch you with hand
tongue leg knee
in continuous pursuit of warmth or chill
from shut eyes to cockcrow
life in hourglass sheets
folds to us reality in lumps of dream
and just the scent of your skin
stands as my world
I know
I will not be destroyed
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